What do we do when we run out of time?
Were we waiting for you?
Were we stepping out of line?
I was tying my shoes to the post made of staples
Reaching for the telephone lines
Like music to my eyes
Pages and pages of people and places
The faces the ages
And oh there she was
Maybe, oh baby
She'll see me in the dark
And let me into her heart
Cause' somewhere inside I was needing for loving
And now she's done her part
I will synchronize the altitude for where his ego stands
Far off in the distance
I attempt to shake his hand
It frightens me to talk to men
Men I haven't met
Escaping the condition of astronomical predictions
Maybe, oh baby
She'll see me in the dark,
And let me into her heart
Cause' somewhere inside I was needing for loving
And now she's done her part
Maybe, oh baby
She'll see me in the dark
And let me into her heart
Cause' somewhere inside I was needing for loving
And now she's done her part